Saturday, March 31, 2007

sucked in?

Church         Marketing Sucks

Romans 12:2 - And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what is that good and acceptable and perfect will of God. (NKJV)

I was checking out an old friend's blog (hey Bec!) and all of the interesting things she has on the side when I came across churchmarketingsucks.com. Things like this always interest me, and I decided to take a look.

It got me thinking (actually there has been a lot of thinking about this recently) on how much the church in the western world conforms to this 'marketing'. I guess it's almost like making church appealing to unbelievers, stooping down to the worlds standards to make church look great.

And while we are decorating and polishing and making things shiny, I think that we are forgetting one thing..

Where has the power of God gone?

We can make things as material as we like, but if God's not there, and if He's not in control.. what's going to happen? Are people attracted to the shininess or God's spirit? Are they going to be living in the fact that it's cool, or because of Jesus? hmmmm..

This easter it will mark the 6 year anniversary of the day I decided to follow Jesus. And with all this I started thinking about why I made the decision at the time. I wasn't anywhere fancy. I was at this unitinf church camp at a beach called Robe in South Australia, with a few guys from Pinnaroo, and other various other people in the South East.

I had been there over easter, and I was probably the most rebelious, furtherest from being saved person ever. The last night of the camp (what is it with last nights of camps being 'so spiritual'?) was when I decided to let Jesus into my life. This man spoke with such a power, like an anointing. It wasn't just emotion. But every heart was just drawn to God and what he was saying. I knew that I needed God, and I could feel just this tugging at my heart. You could feel the hunger of everyone in the room. The guy told us that if we wanted to invite Jesus into our heart, with every eye closed, we walk up the front. EVERYONE on this camp stumbled over the chairs with their eyes closed and raised their hands toward heaven and bawled their eyes out. Myself included, except I didn't cry. Which I found bizarre, because I used to think I wasn't properly 'saved' because I didn't cry. I was just shaking, uncontrolably trembling at the spirit of God.

The point of that story pretty much was that I was attracted to God because of His presensce. I had such a hunger to leave my life of sin, I wanted the renewing. Someone even said to me that night, "your life will never be the same again.." They were too right.

I think people half expected 'the christian thing' to be just one of my 'phases'.. Like the retro phase, the Sammy airways phase.. nuh uh!

I got thinking about this renewing power of christ. It's so powerful. I was a wreck before I decided to follow Jesus, going down fast in the world of high school worldliness and conformity. I even got thinking about what my life would be like if I hadn't of followed christ, I don't think I would be a good citizen. But that's the power of christ! And it constantly transforms me day after day after day given that I let Him.

I had my own struggle with shininess. After this amazing experience at Robe I had to go home and face non christian parents and friends, "what will people think when they hear that I'm a Jesus freak?" - DC talk. I had to deal with the struggles of living hours away from anywhere, and having no way to get there. Luckily I was blessed by a very strong youth leader who has influenced me so greatly (it only takes ONE person) and has played a definate part in who I am today. Living in Pinnaroo was a struggle. It took perseverence. It took the power of God. In fact I want to take a whole bunch of my Bendigo friends back with me so you can see how small and desolate it is and be amazed (I think there's a lack of comprehension sometimes, Pinnaroo is probably barely a quater the size of Castlemaine and in the middle of nowhere. And I'm not exaggerating)!

Back to my shiny struggle, sometimes I would get to go to some really cool events in Adelaide from time to time and that was really awesome to get different culture. But as a crazy teenager, I was drawn in by a lot of cool things there, get back to Pinnaroo and be so discontent with what I had. I just wanted to move to the city and be where the cool christians were. I felt like I needed this to be complete, and suddenly I was critical of the power filled hymns the old ladies sang at church. Suddenly I wanted to get guitarists, drum players in and make my church this rocking place! But I soon realised that my motives behind this were all wrong. I just wanted to 'fit in'. Hello? We are called to be set apart! Be in the world, but not of it! Sammy you crazy girl, what are you doing?

It's not to say God can't use big churches, however I think christians some times need to be encouraged that God doesn't just work there. God can work with very little. His word says that where there is two or three people are gathered in His name He will be in the midst of them (Matt 18:20). Two or three people!! That's not many! What are we waiting for? God is ready to work when you let Him!

I hope my stories have encouraged you. This isn't an attack at any particular church or denomination, but just an observation of western churches really.

Friday, March 30, 2007

screaming sanity on a Friday morning

So I've changed my timetable so that sometimes (not always) I have class on Friday morning. This is really cool because I get to spend this time with my best friend Steff and my housemate Claire, and also I function better at 10 after no classes rather than at 12 after 2 hours of classes. It's also good because there aren't 50 people in the one class, and my lecturer will probably now give me an A because I swapped into the smaller class (haha I wish!)

The class we do is PE, and I actually don't mind it. Today we made an obstacle course and ran around. Then we did some skipping which was fun, but I was really unco and usually messed up the whole routine. It was fun none the less. I was running around crazy, and having so much fun I couldn't breathe! Then a girl called Ange did some line dancing with us which was hilarious. Ange will make a great teacher! It was the best fun..

And then..

We ran around screaming!

Claire went first, then Steff, then me, but I didn't get very far, because the screaming was so hilarious I cracked up laughing! (the objective is to see how far you can run while screaming, and when you stop screaming, you stop running. It's like a race! It's fun. You should play it some time.)

So that's how they teach us to become teachers.

Usually I hate PE. But I think a recent change in lifestyle has helped me a lot.

I was never the one to do any type of physical exercise. In the last few years, the most I would get was the walk to uni every morning (I lived on campus) and even then sometimes Steff would drive me home (not leaving campus).

This year I moved off campus. Luckily I still am in walking distance to uni, but it is about 4 blocks away up some very steep hills, which gives me plenty of exercise. I usually walk every day. I eat a lot better because I often share food with Claire. And I am seeing results.

Just last week (or the week before) some 'parents' (not mine, just some at church) said to me that I was looking so much healthier, radiating with life, and that even my skin looked better! And today in PE I was constantly hitching up pants that four months ago were almost too tight!

The results haven't just been physically, but also emotionally, and mentally. I think I am doing better academically (now just need to get over the procrastination). And it's like Maslow's hierarchy of needs, when these things are in place, we will probably function better spiritually. Well, I think that may be the case for me. And that's not to say that you wont without fulfilling needs. I have no scripture here. Don't listen to someone who doesn't back up what they say without evidence :P (I'm the evidence?)

God gave me a body. He gave me free will. The choice whether to neglect it, or to actually make a difference and make it more effective (durable). I think that God wants me to take care of what I've got. I was sick of feeling so yuck. And I'm glad I started doing something about my health!

Thankyou God for steep hills! (never thought I'd say that!)

Like those hills are hard, if you keep persevering, you can conquer them!

Thursday, March 29, 2007

How to get through a 2 hour literacy tute in the late afternoon on a thursday


Act like a 5 year old.

(sometimes you just have to 'be like the child'.. thank goodness for that, it keeps me sane)

strange things I do when I'm sick

Be utterly emo and cry because I can't stay at uni because I am so sick - if only I could be this motivated every day!
Change my timetable to have 2 hours of class on friday (don't worry Spatch it's not gonna clash), which would normally be a day off! Oh and did I mention the class is PE!? Haha,
Actually be very academic.
Say rather stupid things.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Chicken soup for a sick little Sammy...

From soup


I went to the airshow on saturday at Avalon Airport (which is near Geelong, which is near Melbourne, for my interstate readers - and I am yet to properly blog about it). I just happened to go on the coldest day of March, and I was stupid enough to not rug up enough, and the weather was a bit cold and miserable, but despite that, it was the best day ever that I'd been counting down since february.

Because of my stupidity, I have become very sick. I was like a zombie at church on sunday. I didn't go to uni on monday, missing three hours of class. Yesterday (tuesday) I went to two hours out of five hours of class, falling in a heap by lunch time, and bawling my eyes out because I just wanted to persevere and stay at uni. My friends wouldn't buy it, and insisted I go home.

I got home and was feeling rather miserable and depressed, sitting in the lounge room watching some cheesy day time TV, all I wanted to do was be back at uni! (wow, imagine if I had this determination when I'm NOT sick!).. Then...

...SUDDENLY...

...the most RANDOM thing happened!

This retro looking car pulls into my drive way, and it is none other than my friend Stoz (who just happens to be the boyfriend of my wonderful friend Steff). I was rather confused as I answered the door, and then Stoz places in my hands two cans of chicken noodle soup (two different brands, in case I was picky I suppose), and said these gifts he beared were from my very dear friend Steff. It made me smile. In fact I am smiling as I am writing this because it was so incredibly sweet :)

So Steff, I've said this many times before. (actually I am stealing this off you).. You're a dag, but you're my dag!

And Stoz, thanks for the delivery!

May God bless you guys heaps as you bless so many people! You guys are invited around for a soup-night at my place - I will cook it for you - when I am not so sick! :)

Here are some pictures of the exciting soup experience - Very nice for canned soup!

From soup

some background noise?